The title says it all! Here's what I got when I turned on my inspirational faucet:

I stared. I had never heard anyone say anything so. . .void before. It was as if Laila's heart had been frozen over, never to beat again. It was as if Laila's inside had turned black and was immune to light, or joy, or faith. It was as if she had locked the door to her heart, never to let the rays of anything good ever conquer the shadowy depths of her soul.

I could almost hear the whispers of darkness creeping through Laila's heart. Thorns grew in place of hope and Laila had silently, numbly, submitted to the ways of shadow.